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Monday, March 25, 2013

The hot smell of cobbled stones is here again. Climbing up the narrow medieval street is never easy under the scorching sun. Fortunately, there is always an ice-cream place close by to soften the heat, refreshing desserts paving the way to one of the cathedrals, so peaceful and more importantly cool, almost cold even on the hottest of days.

Time always stays still here, as if preserved in an invisible capsule. Tall grey walls, sky high ceilings where even slightest sound will come to life and travel between columns long enough to be noticed. It's certainly the place to hide from mid-day heat just browsing through familiar faces of stone kings, queens, saints... Elaborate decorations, grey stone floors that have seen so much, ever present smell of the past always here to remind of itself.

If you close your eyes and then open them and look up those stairs behind the half-opened iron door, it may lead you away from your own era into one of those centuries you read about.

It's always half-dark and a little spooky, but so enticing, luring to follow the steps, wondering what's up in there, fabric of time being so fragile.

When having had enough of a mystery I venture outside, still hiding in the shadow, past the gate, and look down on the city with its sea of red tiled roofs below. It's easily the highest place and the view is stunning in every season. Slowly moving river with all the bridges, cafes by the banks with people under colorful umbrellas leisurely sipping coffees.

Hanging by the side of the long running downwards steps hours can go by easily.

There's no purpose, no yesterday or tomorrow, it's just this day bathing in golden shades of sun, swaying with trees, dancing with lights on ever changing surface of water. The perfect moment.

Years have passed but from time to time I still stand there breathing hot summer air, listening to the murmur of dozens of languages mixing up, staying in the familiar moment, longing to walk down the same streets back then...

Thursday, March 7, 2013

In town it's too hot, movements are restricted. The sun above is in charge until it sets and cool breeze brings a refreshing relief.

August days are long, there's no hurry, no purpose. Going with the flow however slow is the motto. Icy drinks, tons and tons of ice-cream and murmuring fan...

When you summon all your courage and venture outside in search of green there's always a reward ahead. Under the trees is another world and soft grass tickles feet taking the pains of long walk away, invigorating with new energy.

Distant landscape luring further... The midday sun is starring from above blurring the lines, lulling into a sleep with sounds softening and fading away... shhh

You fall into a dream of flowers, sky and distant lake with promised cool water where you can immerse yourself and let go of heat... Water..., so cool and refreshing, so delicate in texture, streaming away...

Your eyes are suddenly open and you realize that it's starting to rain, drops are landing randomly at first and then more deliberate and in unison. Short run for the cover and an afternoon shower is landing like an alien ship catching everyone completely unaware.

For a moment it's just a wall of water and world around is just a refraction. It's like looking in a long corridor of mirrors in search of the ultimate end.

The clouds are gathering and slowly drifting away taking rain to a new place. The sound of running water is replaced again with birds songs and insects buzzing. The air is so fresh and full with summer smells, the washed colors are brighter, the sky is deeper, and amazing clarity is back.

The sun is sliding further down softening the heat.

The day is gone through you and is disappearing as we speak to be back again tomorrow to challenge and surprise